i hit the wrong key. The past week, I have been dong a lot of deliveries os bariatric beds to a local ER. I swear, I help place Servo*with a swellen head* on a crit care bed at 12am. I actually was looking for Servo to pop out in the corner of my eyes for the rest of the night.

Malasadas!!! You’re made of evil for mentioning something so yummy and so out of reach!! Oh god, malasadas are yummy. Growing up, there was a Leonard’s malasada truck permanently parked in a shopping center in Aiea. My whole family used to jump in the car and ride down there for some of that sugary goodness. I hear now they are stuffing malasadas with all kinds of flavored creams and azuki beans … but if I had my way, I’d just have them plain and streaming hot!!

I used to work in downtown Houston in 2000- mid 2002. During the day it was seemed pretty normal. There were a few panhandlers that would be around the bus stops. But after business hours and later in the evening the homeless would appear seemingly from nowhere. I didnt think much about it then, just poor unfortunate souls with no where to go. But now! Thanks Scott! I’ll forever be looking over my shoulder or up to roof tops.

["No matter where you go, there you are"] – And Sigler always knows where there is!

…Blue Stone State Park I thought I saw First Born. It was around 12:27am Sunday morning when I was at a friend’s cabin. I just kept seeing a humaniod cover in dog liek fur in the corners of my field of vision. This happend about two weeks ago after of Water White trip the day befor on the upper New River.

I see a lot of people in my job (telemarketing) who are in situations like that. The sad part is One has to get ARRESTED first to be elligible for help. Especially for the drug related problems. Then and only then there are several programs you can enter thru drug court and rehab. that help you get a job and a place to live and counseling. Mostly who I see are the younger people with kids. I think they get help because of the kids, I don’t know what the older people can do. So much of the problem is substance abuse or mental illness.

One of my friend’s dogs had some puppies and named them in order of birth temporarily till people bought them. The only one that hasn’t been claimed is First Born, so she’s keeping that one and not even changing the name.
First Born! Honestly…

…policy that I have is if someone asks me for money, regardless of how they are dressed, I give them what I can. After the first time, I don’t. If its winter time, a friend of mine got me started on offering a motel room for them for a night.
In this part of Ohio I have met folks who work part-time at night, and beg for money during the day as a profession. No taxes on the begging. So I never know if their really homeless or taking advantage of others.
In a lot of the states in America one cannot apply for state/federal aide unless they have a permanent address. How can the homeless get aide when they don’t reside in the same place regularly?
The Irishman from Ohio

…and statistical 40% of homeless in America are military Veterans. They have no family or they have been betrayed by the politics of the military and our society. Its easier to giving charity than to do justice and prevent the same tragity from recurring.
The Irishman from Ohio

Had a couple homeless people double-take moments lately. The latest was a bundled man at the downtown bus stop with his cardboard sign tucked up under his arm. All I could see was the last word scrawled in shaky black magic marker – “SAVIOR”. Well, that was enough to convince me to put out my smoke and board the bus early before any arrows started flying.

Way back when, I was stationed at Nellis AFB in Las Vegas. As young and underpaid airmen, we were always on the lookout for free and/or inexpensive in ‘Sin City’.

MGM Grand used to have a theatre downstairs where for $5. you could watch a classic movie on the big screen. This was an awesome room with love seats where you could smoke a cigarette and get cocktail service. You have not lived until you’ve seen Casablanca on a big screen with a Marlboro in one hand and a margarita in the other. *sigh* I’ve since given up smoking but ….

Every week we would go to the casino to see a movie and every week we’d have to pass by a blanketed figure wearing a hat sitting in a wheelchair. There was always a cup with change in it on the arm and a sign around the figure’s neck asking for donations.

This figure was always in the same place and never seemed to move. I began to believe that is was just a dummy and that some college kid from over at UNLV put it out to study people. Who is going to give money? Who is going to walk on by? Who is going to steal money?

So, one night we’re going in to see “Showboat” and I stop and ask my girls, “So … do you think it’s a mannequin or just rags?”

I picked up the hat and SCREAMED when he lifted his head and blinked at me.

The moral of this story is to NEVER touch one of these blanketed figures unless you have a spare pair of panties in your purse.

So we’ve discussed our apprehension to chicken scissors and our fear of vaguely triangular marks on our bodies, but with Nocturnal on my brain I recently ran into a situation were I experienced a “Nocturnal Moment”.

I was at a Children’s Theatre performance of A Christmas Carol and during intermission I headed for the bathroom. In the crowed hallway I bumped into a tall lanky kid. I turned to apologize and as he turned to acknowledge the apology I caught a glimpse of his sweatshirt…it read — Boston College.

I had a moment of compulsory fear … I looked at his shirt, then at his face. It was momentary and subtle for a split second I felt…fear?! Well maybe more apprehension but WTF!! Now I’m creeped out by some kids sweatshirt!!

So I am interested…who else has had a moment in their day that reminded them of Nocturnal? ‘fess up, people.